pyro phoenix

It’s not hard to fall in love with somebody

It’s not hard to give a space in your heart

But why do people who fall in love

End up with a broken heart

Did they not deserve to be loved

Or is it destiny that brought them this

The warm approach of a love’s embrace

Or the joy that comes from a kiss

I gave my heart to a friend of mine

A love so true divine

But inside me is a gust of fright

A feeling I can’t define

And so I chose to shut my mouth

And give a cold adieu

To try my best to forget this love

That means to forget her too

Then I fell through the wake of my desire

Only to find a none

The love that I sought for many years

Was caught by another one

For being a part of this hurtful sorrow

Is a blame for me to take

A tongue so mute and a mind of fear

That shot upon my fate

So I address this Lovely poem

To those who dwell on shell

Seek out the love until its dusk

And find what time will tell

I had a book, a book so great

With so many things inside

It’s filled with all my joys and laughter

And those that I often hide

In all my days I’ve talked to it

And shared her lots of things

For all those times I spent with it

I feel that my heart sings

I even scribbled onto it

And drew some lines and stripes

But I make sure that all those things

Gives beauty in my eyes

I hid the book under a tree

And hoped no one finds it there

And then I went to find

Another book that I will care

I’ve tried to seek out every store

In every place I looked

But I can’t find the one the same

As my beloved book

And then I found a little book

Which I had interest

I picked it up and opened it

And left out all the rest

I’ve tried to share it lots of things

In all those happy days

But only my old book can give

A smile upon my face

And so I have decided to

Return to my old friend

Coz only there that I can have

The love I can depend

I have returned unto the tree

And seek out where it’s hid

But all I see are fallen leaves

And none of what I did

Only then I realized

The fault that I have done

Someone else has picked it up

And read it when I’m gone

And now the book’s already left me

With the man upon the air

All I can do is pray for him

To handle it with care

I had a book, a book so great

With so many things inside

But I won’t forget my days with it

Until this life has died